Jon Nakapalau

dream - 3/2/20

in a classroom

taking a final
i am the last one there

no answers come to me
as clock ticks away

the professor looks hopefully sad
trying to give me just a little more time

the laughter from the hallway distracting me
all my fellow students

making holiday plans
still i look for answers

that i do not have
finally the professor walks slowly towards me

holding his hand out
my time is up

so i hand over blank page and laugh
smirking as i get up to leave

you were a lousy teacher and i did not buy the textbook for this class.

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    That blank page can have so many messages put onto it.

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Excellent! Jon
    it brought back memories of those days taking finals, geesh I'm glad that was long time ago!
    *C✌



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